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itself.  
    I had to call a tow truck for the car, and a taxicab for myself to get to the auto repair shop.  Once I got there, this grease-ball behind the counter asked for a large ransom to put a new tire on my car and pay the tow fees.  It took him hours to change my tire because it was fourth in line.  I tried to busy myself while I waited for my car by looking at my online dating app on my iPhone, but there were no new messages.  
    Sigh.  
    The membership was a waste of $30.  I was utterly discouraged by the time I got back to my apartment.  Due to the setback, I realized that there was no way I would be able to meet my rent this month if I didn’t take Bradley’s gig.
    Once I got my car out, I had to go home and get my clothes to take them to the Laundromat.  I hated pulling my hampers down three flights of stairs and through the parking garage to my car.  
    I checked again, and the on-site washer and dryer both had “Out of Order” signs on them.  It seemed like they were eternally broken.  I had wished I’d thought of this before I signed my crummy lease.  
    Next time I would have to choose much wiser.
    There were some creepy characters at the Laundromat.  One of them didn’t seem to even have any clothing that he was washing or drying there.  I imagined maybe he was some sort of criminal.  I saw a couple of homeless guys trying to get in out of the rain and swapping each other food for cigarettes.  One of them smiled at me with his toothless grin when I pulled my hamper through the door, and it sent shivers down my spine.  
    I wasn’t sure why they made me so uncomfortable, but they did. I poured my clothes into the nearest washing machine and cringed at the number of quarters I had to put in it just to start the thing.  Once they were busy washing, I bought a tiny bag of sour cream chips from the vending machine and sat down with my cell phone to read a book with my Kindle app and hopefully ignore everyone else in the room. 
    Once my clothing was done washing and drying, I folded them up and took the hamper out to the car.  I realized that I had forgotten my purse on the bench inside the Laundromat, but by the time I had gone back in to retrieve it, the purse was gone.  
    What a bad run.
    I looked around the room to see if anyone had guilty eyes, but not one of the men looked in my direction.  
    After looking around for it a little more, I figured it was a lost cause, so I left and drove home.  I guess it was a good thing that there hadn’t been any more than a few dollars in there, though I dreaded having to call the credit card companies to have them reissue new cards.  Plus my driver’s license would need to be replaced, and I hated going to the DMV just as much as everyone else did. 
    I didn’t wait until I got home to try to remedy my money situation.  
    Before I shifted my car into gear, I took Bradley’s business card out and punched the numbers into my cell phone.  
    Although it was late, he answered straight away. 
    I announced to him that I accepted his offer.  
    He seemed very happy, and he asked me to meet him at his mansion Friday evening in order to start training for the evening.  He indicated that he wanted me to stay the weekend in order to help clean the place and help the kitchen staff to prepare some of the food ahead of time.  
    My prick of a boss was catering in some of the main dishes, also.  
    I shouldn’t have been shocked when the billionaire told me how much he was offering me to do the gig, but I was.  
    He was paying me nearly three months’ salary for a weekend worth of work.  
    When I hung up the phone, I sat in the uncomfortable seat of my car for a few minutes.
    Okay.
    Sure.
    This could work.
    Three months’ pay for one weekend worth of work.
    Yep.
    I texted the girls from work and they were terribly jealous but excited. They were nice girls.
    In Brianna’s text message, she warned me about the weekend.
    “Be safe,” she texted